Last night was a "triangular" from the Hill Inn at Chapel-le-Dale to Park Fell trig, along the wall to Simon Fell and back to the Inn. Blowing a hooley the whole evening; monsoon like below the cloud base and exceptionally claggy above. On Simon Fell, I met the two members of the early party who had been to the summit of Ingleburger and we descended together, retiring to the Station Inn at Ribblehead.
I can't speak highly enough of the Paramo Velez AdventureLight Smock. I normally sweat like a pig but the technical vest that I was wearing ( my best silk lingerie ) beneath the Paramo was dry.